Reason #431 Why I Love the Coop

We’re standing in line at the checkout waiting to pay having seen Jim and talked about canning tomatoes and having seen Ann and talked about Kilimanjaro and the lad with the strawberry blond hair and beard greets us and takes the yoghurt container full of prunes and mutters numbers and then I tell him I have ten gallons of water and he says okay then I hand him the card and he says Agh brain overload then quickly apologizes and says I just got handed a note by a pretty girl.

Discretely, he says.

He goes bright red almost like his hair, smiles from ear to hear, pulls the note out of his pocket and reads it again.

(I feel oddly honored that he should have divulged this to me. Tickled.)

Oh, and Brian finally started a blog. About time, monsieur le philosophe.